Kothar crept close to the house, and peered in through the tiny window. It was a small house, the floor was covered in woven straw mats, and a thin dog slept by the fire.
On one side of the room was a roughly crafted bed, in which a lone man slept, on the floor by the fire slept a pair of boys, one in his late teenage years, evidenced by his pimpled face, and the other still a child.
Kothar didn't want to risk going inside the house, while he was adept at being covert, he was no thief, and he didn't want to risk alerting the dog.
He crept towards the back of the house, hoping to find some laundry hung out to dry, and it seemed it was his lucky day.
Kothar found a wide range of rough work shirts of various shades of red and brown and dark colored trousers hanging from a line that hung from one corner of the house to a pole that had been sunk into the ground.
